So I write my son a letter today explaining why I think it's best that he move out of the house. I used the approach that this would be better for all of us involved and mainly it's what he wants and needs as he won't follow the house rules and I listed those too, just in case he was unclear. Told him he needs to find his own way. After he read it, he told me he had two thoughts, 1) to commit suicide, 2) that he will be forced to live on the streets. A short while later he handed me the phone. It was someone from the suicide hotline that he had called. They told me they wanted to make sure someone in the house was aware that he called. Soon after, he walked into the kitchen, pulled open the drawer and pulled out a knife and held it to his wrist. He didn't slice and I don't know if he would have. It wasn't the sharpest knife I have but could probably do some damage. I took the knife away and asked him "are you crazy?" knowing he might really be crazy. His little brother said he walked into the kitchen again when I was in the bathroom looking in the knife drawer. difficult child told me he wanted to go to the psychiatric ward. He spent a few days there in September for suicidal thoughts. No actual attempt. difficult child tells me girlfriend (ex) hates him. I think, yea, she probably does cuz he's such a freak. I suggest we leave the house for a while to deflate the situation. We go to eat. difficult child has two hot dogs with everything, a large fry, and a Coke. I thought a pretty healthy appetite for someone who almost committed suicide. We come home. Therapist finally calls and I relay the situation. As a professional, he is now obligated to call the authorities. Police arrive and take difficult child away in an ambulance. He will most likely be admitted to the psychiatric ward. I hope there's a program he can go into (overnight) so he won't be back in just a few days. We inspect his bedroom with him gone. We find a bottle of lemonade vodka and know he was planning to use it tonight. We also realize there are some beers missing leftover from the holidays. I hope he was scared sh--less when the police came knocking on his bedroom door. husband, me and little bro are all a bit exhausted but will sleep better with-o difficult child around. Unfortunate, but true. Goodnight y'all.